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CB Disaster Thread!!!
CB Disaster Thread!!!
*Stretches RPing muscles* Ow. It's been a very long time since I've done any roleplaying. So this is a celebratory RP--thing. Celebrating the fact that I can finally do RPs, because I have more frequent--if slightly reduced--computer time.
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So, this is something that I've been pondering for quite a while. It's not exactly an RP--although, we will be doing RPing, but we'll also be talking and figuring out problems and things.
*Sighs in exasperation* Here, I'll just give you the explanation of what exactly this is.
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It's summer. Beautiful weather, fragrant flowers, no school. The CB is doing fine. It hasn't had a war in months and months, and everyone's getting along nicely...until one day, when a CB without a recognizable identity stumbles into the CB town hall.
He gasps and falls to the floor, utterly exhausted. The CBers jump up and crowd around him, a murmur of questions surrounding them.
The CBer raises his head slightly, his face streaked with dirt.
"The Admins have been kidnapped," he manages to breath, before he slumps to the floor and takes his last breath. It's then that they notice the arrow sticking out of his back, a large stain of dark red soaking into his shirt.
The CBers erupt into chaos, and start shouting at each other to be heard.
"The Admins--"
"He's dead--"
"What will happen without the Admins--"
"We're doomed--"
"What do we do--"
Then a short, brown-haired girl scrambles onto the table and raises her hand as far above her head as she can.
Everyone quiets down and looks at her.
"CBers!" She says, her voice quiet.. "What do we do? We survive, that's what we do. Haven't we survived before?"
She pauses, letting her words sink in. "Why don't we take it into our own hands and rescue the Admins? No one else is going to do it."
A hand pops up out of the crowd, followed by a question. "But where are the Admins?"
The girl smiles eerily. "Well, we're going to find out, aren't we?"
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This is part RP, part chat room. We need to find the Admins (BTW, sorry, Admins! I'm just, like, spontaneously kidnapping you.) and rescue them, before anything else tragic happens.
It's kind of like how Kyngdom works--people talk, agree on the best course of action, do some RPing, talk some more--like that.
There isn't a limit to the amount of people that can join, (we'll need all the help we've got!) but I'll start it around May 5th. (Not neccessarily on May 5th.) After that, you can join and we'll "meet" you in the story--and wandering CBer--and you can join our adventure.
So, now that I've explained it all, we can have the charrie sheets--
Charrie Sheet
CB Name:
Age: (if you don't want to say your real age, just pick a random age)
Appearance: (CB appearance or real life appearance)
Personality:
Weapon of choice: (doesn't have to be a weapon, like a sword or bow. It can be--oh, for heaven's sake--a frying pan or something.)
Other:
My Charrie Sheet
CB Name: Leafpool
Age: 11 and 5/8
Appearance: Waist-length light brown hair that is hardly ever waist length because it's always in waves from her braids. Brown eyes; a couple random freckles in random places on her face; pretty short for her age. (Ack, only 4' 3".) Usually wears something fashionable but comfortable. Has kind of tannish/mediumish skin, compared the rest of her family.
Personality: Tries to include everyone, loves social time, tries to control her (awful) temper but it sometimes comes out. Has the very rare disease "bookaddictionitis" which makes her take a 367-page book home from the library at 3:30 in the afternoon, watch a movie from 5:45 to 8:00, go to bed at 10:00, and yet still have it finished by 8:00 a.m. the next day. Will go into hysterical laughter at random things, also tends to jabber on and on until her parents tell her to stop. (A typical 11-year-old.) Also sometimes has random mood swings. (Also a typical 11-year-old.) Loves writing, too.
Weapon of choice: A bow that's slung over her back on a crossbody belt, with a quiver of arrows.
Other: Leads the adventure.
Ooooh, this is exciting! I've never been kidnapped before. I'm anxiously awaiting the outcome. . . .
Admin
submitted by Leafpool
(April 23, 2017 - 1:01 pm)
(April 23, 2017 - 1:01 pm)
Okay, RP.
(May 30, 2017 - 1:42 pm)
Aw nice guys! I love where the story is going. Very... mysterios. Im joining, if thats ok.
Name: Esquire of Rohan
Age: lets just say, old enough.
Appearance: A light grey sweater, forest green sweatpants, and black polished army boots. Wears a dark, dark, grey trench coat. Blue eyes with a tint of green, dark blond hair in a messy bun. Tallish. Wears green/black glasses.
Personality: Quiet and very observent, but when you get to know me, more on the laidback side. Funny. A little bit of a chicken.
Weapon: 9mm pistol. Always loaded.
Other: I like tacos.
(May 31, 2017 - 2:51 pm)
THOUGHT YOU WERE RID OF ME, EH???? WRONG! ITS A LIST- i mean, HERE I AM!!!
General Waffleson~
The low-hanging tree branches brustled quitetly against my pack as I travel through the woods, searching for the source of the smoke. I had just been in Clock Town, hoping to sell a few masks, but then I saw smoke in the nearby woods, and decided it was a good idea to check it out. The masks on my pack rustled as I walked creating a sort of 'dunkadunkadunka' noise as I walked. The first thing that hit me was the smell. The scent of pine needles filled the air, and it made me feel sluggish and drowsy. I shook the feeling, and continued toward the flame. I draw closer to the source of the fire, and hear voices. Well, one voice.
"-and if you take it in your head to punch me again, you'll be killed right away--regardless of what the master says." says the first voice, which as I drew closer, I saw belonged to a strange green-hooded figure with heavy black boots and a bleeding mouth. Near the figure was an eleven year old girl wrapped up and gagged with rope. This looks bad. Not like a freindly runion. I drop my pack in the woods, and sneak up to get a closer look. The hooded figure has a knife in his belt. Definitely not a friendly reunion.
I grab my toaster gun from its holster, and set it to frozen bagel mode. I pull back the lever, and the bagel pop into their slots. I keep the gun trained on the hooded figure, and pull the trigger. The bagels fie with surprising speed and hit their target: the hooded figure's head. I hear a sickening 'THUNK', and the figure fall to the floor unconcious. I step out of the clearing and pull out my magic butter knife. I walk behing the tree the eleven year old and quickly cut through the ropes holding her to the tree. Across the clearing I see another girl, this one older. also tied to a tree. She seems to still be unconsious. I cut her loose as well, and find the source of the drowsy smell. The fire seems to have been burning some kind of inscence. I find a small stream nearby, and douse the flames with some water. When I look up from the flame, I see both girls are now concious, and rubbing their head groggily.
"What happened? Where's the green-hooded man? What's going on?" the eleven year old asks in a voice raspy from the flame. Then she notices me. "Who are you? Have you come to hurt me too?"
"Calm down. I'm not here to hurt you. I knocked out the green-hooded guy with a couple shots of my toaster gun. I was walking through the woods, and I saw smoke. I followed it, and found you being threatened with a knife. I decided to save your lives. I'm General Waffleson, by the way."
"Leafpool," she said, " thank you General."
"Just Waffleson, please," I say. "Who's your fellow captive?"
"I can talk, you know," says the oter captive. "I'm Icy." My brain filled with recognition.
"Wait, why are you guys out here? You were supposed to be at the CBer centre! What happened?"
"The admins got kidnapped," says Icy.
"WHAT? I leave for a couple days, and all this crazy stuff happens!" I say, "We should probably get out of here before more crazy people come. Follow me. I know a place where you can get shelter and safety."
(June 1, 2017 - 6:58 am)
Will roleplay soon! Probably tomorrow.
(June 1, 2017 - 12:34 pm)
Yes! The reference to Major's Mask in that first paragraph. I got it! I'm probably way to happy about that but I feel like I'm one of the only people my age who knows that game.
(June 1, 2017 - 6:11 pm)
Did you notice the thing about the masks and the backpack? I was trying to include "We've all met a terrible fate," somewhere in there, but I coukd n't figure out where.
(June 2, 2017 - 6:26 am)
Hey Admin could you add "wears green/ black glasses" to the appearance?
OK. Hope I added it to the right one. There are lots of comments on this thread.
Admin
(June 1, 2017 - 7:23 pm)
Okay, here I am! Just one thing, though, General--there were some other people with me. Danie, I think, although I don't know if she's still RPing...and some other people, although about half the people who signed up didn't actually start roleplaying. Let's just say they lost heart and became scared, and decided to go back to the civilized CB city.
Me, myself, and I~
I wonder if we're going to die here.
The green-cloaked man is standing up again, he's about to turn away and walk back into the woods--
And then a circular whiteish-brown thing whizzes out of the bushes and hits him in the back of his head with a clunk. He falls to the ground and his cloak spreads out on top of him.
A boy pushes his way out of the bushes, some sort of blaster held in his hands. He has brown hair and a fez. It's General Waffleson!
He pulls out a knife and comes toward me. I shrink back, but he says, "Calm down. I'm not here to hurt you. I knocked out the green-hooded guy with a couple shots of my toaster gun. I was walking through the woods, and I saw smoke. I followed it, and found you being threatened with a knife. I decided to save your lives. I'm General Waffleson, by the way."
He cuts the ropes tying me, and then goes over and unties Icy and the others, too.
"Follow me..." He begins. But I interrupt.
"Wait, General. I have to check...."
I crawl on my hands and knees over to the man in the green cloak, who's now lying motionless on the ground. I nudge him over, onto his back, and rip his hood away from his face.
"No. No, it can't be. Oh my Gandalf, no."
I'd recognize that face anywhere. After watching the movies, reading the books over and over.
Aragorn.
Behind me, Icy is breathing quickly.
I lower the hood back onto the green-cloaked man--no, Aragorn--and turn to face the others. "The one who kidnapped the Admins must be able to turn people evil. Because this is Aragorn, but the Aragorn I know wouldn't go over to...the dark side, he's too noble and...and valiant..." I hug myself. It's cold. So cold.
General Waffleson comes over and puts a hand on my shoulder. "Come on, Leafpool. Let's go. I can--"
I slap his hand off. "Get away from me."
Slowly, I rise to my feet, wrapping my dirt-caked sweater around myself. "I'm sorry, I'm just...it's just..."
A branch snaps in the forest behind us.
A girl with blond hair, wearing a trench coat, a girl with long, curly hair in a green tunic, and a girl with wavy brown hair and cat ears enter from stage right. Two are carrying staffs and the other is carrying a gun.
"Hello, do you need help?"
(June 2, 2017 - 12:30 pm)
~Me, interrogating someone
I ask MysteriousHood, "Have you seen anyone suspicious around here? Maybe with a group of CBers much like myself?"
"Uhh, yeah, I think, but I can't be sure. There was a guy with a dark green cloak like mine and a couple other people. I think they went toward Pudding's Place, but since that's close to InkWell, I don't know if they were going to Pudding's Place or taking a detour to InkWell," he replies.
"Thanks, I'll be sure to let the others know."
(June 2, 2017 - 10:37 pm)
(June 5, 2017 - 10:03 am)
Sorry, I forgot if Quill is a girl or a boy :).
~Me
I was just wandering through town when I saw smoke rising from the forest. I turned around and ran toward it, finding someone else doing the same thing.
"Quill!" I exclaim, "The smoke-"
"We have to do something-" she says.
"Let's go!"
We run into the forest and see some people clustered around a man in a green hood on the ground.
"Do you need any help?" I ask.
(June 5, 2017 - 5:13 pm)
Girl. I really like the dialogue in the scene!
(June 5, 2017 - 7:36 pm)
Thanks. I ran out of time to finish the scene, so it's here. It's all dialogue though, so it might be kinda boring. I hope I got the summary of events right!
~Me
"Yes, the admins were captured and we got attacked and the other CBers are walking into danger!" says one of them, I think her name is Icy.
"What?! Back up please," I say.
"So, we were on the hall, and a mysterious CBer ran in, said the admins had been captured, and died. The arrow in his back was from BaB, so most of us went there, bit the paper in his hand said that BaB was a trap, so we came to try to stop them and got captured. Luckily, General Waffleson knocked out our capturer with his toaster gun," explains Icy.
"Oh wow," says Quill, "So, should we go after the rest of the group?"
(June 6, 2017 - 10:38 am)
(June 15, 2017 - 2:39 pm)
I'm having a bit of trouble following the other part...
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My heart was still pounding from the scene I had just witnessed. Two cloaked figures holding down an armed ranger, while another muttered an incantation... black smoke billowing... no, it was too much. I watched a one of the girls kneel down beside their kidnapper from the concealment of the trees, fearing the worst. She gasped, and I craned my neck to see who it was. When I saw, I almost gave us away with a gasp.
"It's Aragorn!" I whispered to Kitten. She seemed to come to a decision.
"We have to help them." We stepped out into the clearing. After we introduce ourselves, the one named Icy explains the situation. I was out of CB town when it had happened, so I had no idea. It explained a lot though... We walked through the forest, not knowing what direction we were walking in. All we knew was that we needed to find the others, as Leafpool said. As Kitten and General Waffleson forged ahead, I hung back.
"Wait," I called to Leafpool and Icy. "I've seen some things that might be connected to the Admins' disappearance." The reason I had been out of town was that I was following a shady figure in the woods. I'd found a camp and watched it for a few days. I explained what I had seen.
"I think the same thing happened to Gilan as happened to Aragorn." I finished.
"Did you see who it was?" asked Icy, but I was already shaking my head.
"They had a cloak on with a shadowy hood. I didn't see a face." I sighed in defeat. My information only raised more questions. There was a rustling in the bushes beside us. I gripped my staff, Leafpool put an arrow to her bowstring, and Icy started up her magic. Then General Waffleson burst through the thick foilage, and we all relaxed.
"Come on, we found a good spot to camp for the night." We all found Kitten by a pond, setting up a campfire. The first flames flickered to life when a patch of snow doused it.
"What was that for?" asked Kitten. Leafpool seemed to understand.
"How did you find us earlier?" she asked. Understanding dawned on Kitten's face. I turned to Icy, an idea forming in my head.
"What direction did the rest of the group go in?" I asked.
"East (or insert real direction)," She supplied. I walked over to the pond.
"I have a needle... does anyone have a cork?" Kitten pulled a bottle from the bag of supplies, dumped out the contents, and gave me the cork.
"And I don't suppose anyone has a magnet?" I asked half-heartedly. To my surprise, General Waffleson whips out his toaster gun and begins dismantling it.
"Aha!" he says, pulling out a magnet. "I'll need it back, though." I nodded.
"Can do." I rubbed the magnet down the needle about twenty or so times, then shoved the needle through the cork. I handed the magnet back to General Waffleson, then place the cork in the water. It spun, then settled on one direction- North. I quickly noted the direction in the sand, then marked East.
"It's a start," I said. "Let's find the others."
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If anyone doesn't get the Ranger's Appretnice reference, rangers are mysterious, insanely good shots with a bow, and an intelligence force for the king of Araluen. They're good guys, and GILAN RULES.
(June 16, 2017 - 8:43 am)